E. C. - "I am enchanted with thy snow-white hands" lyrics

I am enchanted with thy snow-white hands That maze me with their quaint dexterity, And with their touch tie in a thousand bands My yielding heart ever to honor thee; Thought of thy dainty fingers long and small, For pretty action that exceed compare, Sufficient is to bless me, and withal To free my chainéd thoughts from sorrow's snare. But that which crowns my soul with heavenly bliss, And gives my heart fruition of all joys, Their dainty concord and sweet music is, That poisons grief and cureth all annoys. Those eyes that see, those ears are blest that hear These heavenly gifts of nature in my dear.